“Most of the time,” Tracey admitted with a shy chuckle. It was always hard to tell when girls liked her. Like Sara, any girl who showed too much interest was off limits. It was a sure ticket to getting “caught”. “It hard to tell in some rare cases,” she admitted.
“I-I do?” she stammered. “Well…ummm…” Tracey couldn’t think anymore. It felt like electricity ran between her hair and Sara’s fingertips. What should she do? Should she make an excuse and bolt out the door? It seemed like it was the best idea, but the mere thought was painful.
She’d denied herself her desires so long that with an opportunity staring her in the face, Tracey couldn’t leave. She had to know.
Slowly, she turned and looked at Sara squarely in the face. With their bodies so close, their breasts actually bumped and Tracey gasped. Her torment and confusion was obvious on her face and Tracey just couldn’t hide it.
“D-did you get it?” Tracey whispered, referring to the dust, unsure what else to say.